00 (Double Zero) Napoletana, www.doublezeroatl.com/, 5825 Roswell Rd, Atlanta, (404) 991-3666.The Goddess and I joined some friends there last week. It was good. It was inexpensive, but I was driving kids that night so I refrained from any bar related items. Damn. What a difference laying off the drinks can make in the tally of your check! Not to mention, The Goddess and I shared a pizza and only one appetizer, so it could be said that we were two, but only ordered dinner for one. I didn’t get any photos, so I lifted a few off of the internet for your enjoyment. Firstly, I like the pizza, but I don’t think 
these guys have anything on the unheralded but excellent Campana tucked in a strip center in Alpharetta. Campana is probably even a little better as pizza goes. But don’t get me wrong, the pizza was good. At least I thought so. Not so much for the Goddess. We had the margarita, a classic combination of tomato, basil and fresh mozzarella. For a Neapolitan pie, one must operate under the concept that less is more. You don’t want the pie slopped up with a bunch of unnecessary crap or too much of even a good thing. A pool of cheese here, a basil leaf there, keep it lightly sauced and let the flavor and texture of the dough remain distinct. Neapolitan pizza is an exercise in restraint that relies on top quality ingredients, in modest proportions that speak for themselves. The Goddess somehow interpreted that into “I want all the cheesy pieces”. She also felt that pizza should be more generously topped, a notion I hold dear, but only in relation to NY style pies.
Nice Pie. Scissors?
We also shared the grilled octopus. She thought it was fantastic, and I thought that it was only very, very good. In truth, the octopus itself, no doubt slowly precooked somehow and then lovingly and expertly grilled, was spectacular. It was in no way rubbery, had a delightful crunch and a clean, fresh taste of the sea. It was the two sauces that less than thrilled me. One was a white garlicky paste, the other a sweetened tomato sauce. Eh….
We’re Not at Domino’s Anymore!
We’ll go back for the fun, bustling atmosphere and convenient location. Next time, I’ll order for myself, because the wood fired oven roasted pork as a sharing appetizer sounds like it’d make a great dinner for just me! -afb
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